The Observer's Thoughts

Gollania was petite, but her peerlessly beautiful dance drew even more attention on the battlefield than General Fisk, who was trapped within the Wraith Cage. Before that exquisite dance, several devout Red Sands Cult followers even chose to stop and lose themselves in it. Many cultists whose bodies had been shattered and who stood on the brink of death used their last scraps of strength to crawl back up, just to catch one glimpse of that sacrificial dance, more gorgeous and graceful than the sunset.

When faced with inevitable destruction, there were always many people who did not fear death and were willing to pray for their faith until the very last moment. Such fanatics were not numerous among the ordinary followers of the Red Sands Cult, but they were by no means nonexistent.

However, at this very moment, neither the Master-level Fisk nor the tens of thousands of followers being slaughtered noticed that two mysterious figures were quietly watching Gollania's exquisite dance from a mountain peak far away from Altar Canyon.

"Kyakyakyakya, what a beautiful dance. If the dancers in my palace had even half the beauty of this little Saintess, why would I be so~ bored all day long?"

After gulping down a large bottle of wine and idly commenting on Gollania's graceful dance, Kane's eyes gained an indescribable glint.

But clearly, the thoughts revealed in his gaze were definitely not the "envy" and "appreciation" he spoke of. Punk, who knew Kane well, understood that whenever the mad knight wore such an expression and began talking nonsense, it meant that the sinister bastard had started calculating schemes in his heart.

"This is merely a dance with a little artistic flair. There is nothing particularly remarkable about the dance itself. The beautiful one is Saintess Gollania; the dance is